Your Palette of many colors

I came to you with my darkness and my pain and my need

I wanted to be heard, to feel your compassion and your understanding

You came with your box of brilliant colors and tried to paint my world in blues and yellows and pinks. You negated my pain and told me how blue and yellow and pink were so much better than black and grey. You left and I wept for my own pain and for your inability to weep with me.